Our third visit to Rocamadour- is that normal?

Although this was our third visit to the glorious Rocamadour, we'd never noticed this handsome fellow before. He hung around for a while looking D'Artagnan-esque before slipping back through the small tear in space time continuum.

WHERE'S RON?

And then something really extraordinary happened...

My brother's family appeared, clearly still in the positions they were adopting before sudden apparition. No, I don't really know why Kevin is adopting the 'teapot' stance. But where is my brother?

 Here? No

 Here? No.

We can't find him. Did his teleportation device fail? 
Could he be down there? (That's not quite the right spelling of The Bourne Identity...) Or in the depths of the cave?

 Ah, there he is! But he seems to be suffering the effects of a difficult journey...

 Ron's face has trouble with its pixels.

We had a very difficult time trying to eat in France, the home of good eating. Our first choice, La Ferme du Leondou in St Salvadour, was inexplicably shuttered up, so off we headed to Le Relais St Jacques near Gimel... but, oh dear, there is a special function on and the restaurant is closed. The owner took pity on us and offered us duck and salad, but the consensus was no, so we moved on to the restaurant by the lake at Ruffaud, Les pieds dans l'eau. But, as a succession of waiters informed us, we hadn't made a reservation, so we would not be eating there, despite my appeal that I had given them an excellent Trip Advisor review based on our previous visit. Finally, we were welcomed in to eat at La Caleche in Tulle. It was very late, so just about everything we ordered was unavailable, so, eventually, most of our party ate burgers, apart from Kevin, who ate a horse.